Unnoticed (Marcel/Harry fanfiction)

Chapter 12

Marcel's POV

*235 Howards Rd.* I text Niall after he questions over and over. He finally calls me and I sigh, "Yes Niall?"

"I can't find your house," he says and curses in the background. "What color is your house?" He asks.

"White," I say and hear him stop the car. "I've been past this house a million times already," he huffs through the phone shutting it off. I hear a knock and my mom answers the door. "Marcel, your friend is here," she calls and I hurry to them.

"This is Niall," I say and they shake hands. "Nice to meet you Ms.Styles," Niall says during the hand shake.

"Call me Anne," she smiles and nudges me. "Well go on then," we both laugh and walk towards Niall's car. "Be carefull Marcel, don't get too sporty," she yells from the porch making me smile. "I won't," I assure her.

Niall's car was a red classic mustang, the paint shimmered like a gem in the sun. The car seemed so different in the dark last night, but it was nice as hell.  I eyed the car and he noticed grinning wildly showing his braces. He didn't seem to match his car the way I didn't. We were alike in that way.

"Sweet ride."

"Thanks, its a 64 mustang," he says proudly then starts up the car. "Hear that?" He asks whispering. He gives me a moment to answer but I don't. "That's the sound of engines making love," he laughs.

"I should use that," I breathe in-between laughs.

"No, those are my quotes," he threatens with his fist up. I put my arms up in surrender, "That's what I thought," he clarifies with a deep voice. I laugh again, this is too much.

We finally make it to a small sports store called "Joe's Sports", which was small and painted in a creamy color. The place seemed a bit old, but it was nice. Different sports were divided in the small space, shocking of how much stuff was in here.

Niall raced passed me to the shoe isle and began searching.

"So what size do you wear again?" Niall asks, his eyes searching the shoe boxes neatly stacked on a tall broad shelf. "Twelve," I answer and his eyes go big making me laugh. 

"These should do," he says handing a smaller box to me. I look at him puzzled at the size of the box then open it. The shoes were pink with a purple Nike checkmark. I hear his muffled laugh before I glance back up at him biting his cheeks.

He finally lets out the loud laugh making him clutch his stomach with his hand. His glasses almost fall off until he catches them at the bridge of his nose. "That was a good one, right?" He asks with a brow raised.

"Yes," I say stuffing the box on one of the shelves.

"Okay seriously now," he says brining another box down. It was massively bigger than the one before, this should be right this time.

I open the box pealing the white tissue paper to find bright yellow shoes with orange Nike checkmarks. I take the shoe out, examining all around. "Soccer shoes are so weird," I vaguely say touching the pointed bottoms with my index finger.

"It's for getting traction, duh.  I'm surprised you don't know because you are a geek like me," he says and I laugh.

"Don't even try, I got A+'s on everything, including chemistry, biology, physics-" I say counting on my fingers. "Alright fine, I was wrong," he says cutting me off and walking to the check out line.

I chuckle, proud of myself for some odd reason.

When we make it to the line, the cashier is around our age, pretty I might say. Her short brown hair hung around her face with plump lips meeting the strands. Her eyes were the color of lime and she had the right amount of makeup on. "Oh shit," Niall says to me.

"What?" I whisper and he gestures to the girl. "That's Kate," he says a bit nervously.

"Oh Kate, who's she?" I ask a bit loud nudging his ribs. "I've had a crush on her forever, she's Steven's girlfriend, another reason that I wanted to try out for soccer, to impress her," he says. His words muffled.

My stomach turns at Steven's name a bit, but it goes back to normal again. "Niall, you seem really nervous," I say noticing his hands shaking.

He doesn't say anything but continues to glance in Kate's direction. "What's wrong?" I ask getting his attention this time.

 "I can't talk to girls," he says under his breath. We were a few customers away from the desk, but not that far away.

"But you can talk to Megan and Eleanor," I state.

"It's different though, I've grown up with them," he says and I nod.

"Just say hi and then start up a little bit of a conversation," I say as we inch closer to the line.

His eyes widen, "I don't know if-" "Hi, is this all for you today?" Kate friendly asks to Niall and he just stands there. I'm surprised by her kind smile, why is she even dating that jerk?

"Um, yes it is nice weather," he says and closes his eyes at his awkwardness. I try not to laugh at him trying to flirt. He seems so outgoing but I have never seen him like this.

The girl laughs and puts her hair behind her ear. Her green eyes then find me, her head tilts to the side then she gasps. "You're Marcel right?" She asks and I nod to her, nervous as well. "I'm sorry about you're car, Steve can be a dick sometimes," she sighs with sympathy in her voice. Okay, she's way too nice.

"It's alright," I say and tuck my hands in my pockets. I almost forget Niall is standing beside me as he puts the shoes on the counter.

"I'm Kaitlin Paige by the way, but my friends call me Kate," she smiles and she looks toward Niall who takes the money for the shoes out of my hand handing it to her.

"You're Niall right?" She asks and Niall's expression changes from jealousy to nervousness again. "Y-Yes," he stutters and fixes his glasses on his nose.

"Cool, are these soccer shoes I see?" She asks looking in-between Niall and I. I nod and raise my  hand up, "They're mine, I'm trying out for the soccer team, so is Niall."

"Oh," she says with a worried tone. She is probably thinking of us getting beat up by Steven or whatever. "Well, best of luck," she finally says handing the plastic bag to us.

"Bye guys," she says smiling towards Niall and I grin to myself. "Bye Kate," Niall says and we leave to his car.

"She smiled at you, not me," I say to Niall and he smiles big.

"It's because I'm sexy," he says returning back to old Niall once more. I laugh and we start to the soccer field. "Hopefully, if I make the team, she will be mine," he exclaims making me laugh once more at his creepy choice of words.

When we make it to the field, I find a very familiar figure standing in the middle of the field. That figure belongs to no one other than Steven.